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A friend

I know it’s cheesy to do this, but today I’m grateful that my husband is also my friend. I just ordered delivery, and I can’t wait to eat with him and talk about our days. For dessert: IKEA assembly. And chocolate. 

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resurgens (the city you live in)

Our mailing address says Decatur, and we technically live in unincorporated DeKalb County, but we call Atlanta our home.  I’ve written about my love for this place before, but we’re always finding new things to appreciate. Here are a few photos of our recent adventures about town. 

 
    
    
    
  

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something someone gave you

I don’t wear my engagement ring too often these days.  Henry is a twiddler, and if he’s not playing with my ring, it’s snagging his clothes or leaving indentions in my finger while he’s nursing.  Not great for mom duties.  I’m always a little afraid I’ll damage it.  I wore it yesterday, though, and I’m wearing it again today while Henry’s at school.  It’s nice to wear something impractical, something from another time.  It reminds me why we got into this whole parenting thing in the first place.

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family

I think it’s best to combine weeks three and four of the year-long gratitude challenge. Yes, I am already behind. But that’s not the only reason. Promise! Anyway, my family is important to me. Sometimes I forget just how important. We live far away, we rarely talk, etc. Henry’s birthday gave me the chance to see and talk to lots of family, though, including my Aunt Nydia. Nydia is my mom’s eldest sister.  She helped to raise all of us.  I’m especially grateful for her because she talked me into applying to college.  She took me to visit Huntingdon during the Thanksgiving break of my senior year in high school.  I fell in love with the campus, as she knew I would, and the rest is history.  Everything I hold dearest, just about everything that defines me–my husband, my closest friends, my education and career–I really owe to her.  She’s kind and thoughtful and wonderful, and I love her.  She’s been a wonderful example for me throughout my life–as a woman who pursued higher education despite adversity, among other things–and I am better for having her in my life.  My whole family is.

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this man of mine

The chart for the Gratitude Challenge tells me I’m supposed to write about Michael this week. That’s not hard at all. I love him deeply. He’s perfect for me. I’m thankful for him every day. Today just happens to be our son’s first birthday, though, so I have an especially potent reminder of how amazing Michael is. Here are two photos from a year ago today.  

  Our last non-parent selfie. 

The first photo I have of Michael holding Henry. 

Michael is a wonderful husband, a true partner, supportive and caring and funny and loving. And he’s the best dad I know. Neither of these are super great quality photos, and neither shows what I want to say, but they’re important to me. 

And all of a sudden, it seems, it is hard to write what Michael means to me, why I am so thankful for him. I could go on forever, but I think you’d still be in the dark. And now that I’m writing, some of what makes him so wonderful, what makes me so thankful, seems too precious, too tender and raw for writing. Maybe it’s just for me. And him. To say I couldn’t do this, any of this, without him, seems like hyperbole. It isn’t. Still, perhaps it’s truer and a bit kinder to myself to say I wouldn’t want to do any of this without him. 

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a year of thanks

I am not really into resolutions, though I am always trying to do and be better. I guess I tend to focus on an idea or concept as a year begins to blossom. Sometimes it sticks, sometimes not. Last year had a lot to do with survival. A bright spot for me in all that was November and the thankfulness posts I made here. This year, I am going to focus on being thankful all the time with this Gratitude Challenge you may have seen floating around. I’ll write here each week along these lines:  

I may not stick exactly to this list. I may also throw in a couple of 30-day photo challenges. We’ll see. But this is a start. Too often, I let daily upsets keep me from seeing how wonderful my days truly are. I hope to change that, at least a little. 

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tocoming (day 29)

 
Today is the beginning of Advent, what the Anglo-Saxons called Christ’s tocoming. I’m thankful for this season, thankful for its beauty and mystery, and thankful that I get to spend it with Henry and Michael. 

And I was thankful, this morning, to have a chance to nerdily (autocorrect changed that to merrily, which is also true) brush up on my Old English. If you’d like, you can read Ælfric’s Advent sermon here

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clang clang with love (day 28)

Woah, this video is GIANT.  Sorry.  I don’t know how to fix it.

I asked Michael to pack Henry’s toys for our quick trip to Middle Georgia. One of the things he threw into the bag was this tin from a “My Baby’s Print” kit. As you might guess, we bought the kit to capture–this is not the right word–Henry’s footprint before his surgery.  Once we got it home we discovered we needed something else, so we haven’t yet done the printing–again, not the right word–but Henry has been having a great time playing with the tin. A super time. A LOUD TIME. It’s so wonderful. This funny, music-loving boy of mine has turned something I thought was sad, something I might have used as a simple container for the print, stowed in a closet until Henry asked for it, into a favorite toy. He’s made such joyful noise. That is something to be thankful for. 

I think we’ll make the print tomorrow. Definitely this week, anyway. I still haven’t bought the other stuff we need, maybe because I’ve been avoiding it. Avoiding thinking about the surgery, anywa you, and our particular need to make the print in the first place. It’s hard.  But Henry makes things easier, gives me perspective, if I let him.
Maybe it’s cliche, or a bit mixed up, but all this reminds me of 1 Corinthians 13. And because I want to read it, because I want to keep remembering it, I’ll paste it here.

1 If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast,[a] but do not have love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6 it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. 7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. 9 For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; 10 but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly,[b] but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. 13 And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

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a grateful heart (day 26)

 

We had a quiet Thanksgiving together today, with a walk on the path and a homemade dinner. I am thankful for our little trio, thankful for my partner and our son, the places they’ve carved into my heart. I’m thankful for the sunset we walked through. I’m thankful for all the days still ahead of us, both joyous and difficult. 

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what do you see? (day 25)

Right now, this very minute, I’m thankful for bedtime stories. The over and over again. The comfort of it all. 

No photo tonight. A photo would spoil it. 

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